NINETEEN

happy birthday to my first love. 09/06/2015

Newly formed chain of constant smoking is guesswork

I wonder if you're inhaling everything in or trying to breathe it out

Naked into existence, all those 6939 days ago, grew a lion heart

Expecting and imagining late nights of pushed aside cereal bowls and spoken aloud dreams

Time is those mentioned dreams and small minute length sexual attractions; never lasting too long

Each day I dream for you, for you to breathe me in, along side your ambitions, beside empty bowls and fearful words

hoping

Eventually you'll feel egg shaped leather hit hard against your callused hands

Never forgetting that a lion's blood is worth more than its fur